‘He had to leave the pub early because someone kicked him, but I stayed,’ my wife says
On Saturday morning, shortly after 11, I enter the youngest one’s bedroom. I place my foot on the back of his sleeping form, and press.
“Wake up!” I shout. “It’s haircut day!”
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